"The Proffesssors barely even know what went on in their own classrooms, let alone the hallways or dorms or anywhere else. It's almost astonishing, the things you and I got away with. I have a feeling there are a lot of things you got away with that even I don't know."
Once again Potter was completely missing the point. Draco set his bowl down and pulled his legs up under him in the chair.
"I'm not refusing to consider your friends. I don't care what you do with them. And I certainly didn't say you don't care about them. So let me try this again. What you do with your friends is fine. I don't care. But the way you and your friends are isn't the only way, and it isn't automatically the best way. It's not fucked up that I'm affectionate with my friends. We're not some group of perverts who touch each other for sick thrills or something. I'm an affectionate person. I touch my friends. That includes you now, because that's the weird world we are living in. So maybe you don't touch other people. I do. So sometimes I'm going to touch you. And that doesn't make me fucked up, and it doesn't mean you have to become a hugger with everyone around you. It just means that sometimes I'm going to touch you. The end. If it's too much I'll stop. But I don't follow the same rules as you and the people around you. Got it?"
He sighed and leaned back a little.
"Goyles fine. I suppose. He and I didn't really stay in touch. Not after Crabbe. We'd drifted apart before that anyway. It turns out treating people like lackeys doesn't mean the genuinely like you. I know, I was shocked too."